“I know the strange lady said ‘no catch, no gotchas, no monkey paws’,” you say aloud to Gwen, “but I never thought she would’ve accounted for everything! Surely, surely there must be some kind of catch!”
“Did you want an ironic catch, Evan?” Gwen asked you, genuinely curious.
“Not really,” you sigh, “I’m just… amazed at how perfect this all is. It’s almost too perfect and I think that’s what’s throwing me off a little bit. Maybe… maybe we should just get to work making the world, yeah?”
“I think that would be a wonderful idea, Master,” Gwen nodded. So the two of you ran up and down the neighborhood, walking up to the formless entities and willing them into purpose. For a while you were fixated on making a lot of anthro or fantasy women, stuff like dogs and cats and rabbits along with goblins and fairies and elves. Gwen’s job was to provide your new residents with personalized housing just like herself and Helga. After a while, you figured that you’d like a few men to join you in your new life. A world of all girls and no boys would probably perish pretty quickly, no matter what the mysterious woman said.
“Yeah, probably a good idea, Boss,” Helga agreed, picking her teeth with a pinkie nail, “Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to jump your bones any day of the week, but a girl can only handle the same dick day in day out for so long.”
“Speak for yourself,” Gwen sighed, “but yes, a few males might be a good idea.”
“So let’s get that started,” you nod, touching another canvas.
“Hello, Master,” it said, “This unit is ready for instruction.”
“I want you to be a male dog anthro, I’d say golden retriever, and I want you to be a total dude bro kinda guy, y’know?”
“I know exactly what you mean, Master,” the unit nodded, beginning its transformation. Immediately its body erupted with thick golden fur and filled out with muscle and broadened shoulders. The muzzle and ears were quick to follow, along with the tail, the claws and paw pads, and a sizable package downstairs. A pair of sunglasses and Bermuda shorts appeared around his body as his feet became paw like, and finally his transformation was complete.
“I hereby dub you… Jake,” you tell the new dog man. Jake wags his tail excitedly, just happy to be alive.
“Thanks a bundle there, brah,” Jake exclaimed, “You and me? We should totally hang sometime. Hit the beach, catch some waves, that kinda thing. I’m your dawg for it, man!”
“Fantastic!” you exclaimed, “Gwen, we’ve got a lot of work to do. Let’s get populating!”